I’ve been spending so much time in front of the computer lately that I messed up my back and had to stay home from work. It feels like someone used my kidneys for punching bags. When my kids came home from school this afternoon they took turns walking up and down my back in front of the TV, which made the pain at least tolerable for a few hours. Right now I’m helping myself to a big heaping glass of awamori on the rocks so I’ll be drunk enough to sleep despite the pain. (If sake is “rice wine” then awamori is “rice whiskey.” I like the flamable stuff. It exfoliates my intestines.)
Back pain has to be pretty close to the worst pain there is. It’s hard to think of anything other than how much it hurts. I can understand why some people with chronic back pain lose the will to live.
On the bright side, the next time I have a bad day I’ll be able to say to myself, “Things could be worse. At least my back doesn’t hurt.”
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